I allowed my head to sag between his legs. So tired. Thomas drew me out, carried me to his bed and lay me down under soft covers. He gathered his robe about him and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Before you think I’m unfair, just remember that I’m training for you Gavin. Think about that.”
I was already drifting off to sleep, but what Thomas said struck a deep chord. He didn’t forbid my hands just because he felt like it. He was trying to make me more acceptable for Gavin. A noble. A man who is used to getting what he wants, who probably changes the rules all the time. Who wants a slave smart enough to quickly adapt.
Dimly I heard Thomas shut the door.
***
I think I slept away most of two days. The first one I was dead to the world, waking up just long enough to shovel down some food an
